The eighteen-year battle for creation began.

In the year of creation, Emperor Tian died in the valley.

Nuwa ascended the throne and changed the Fuxi tribe to the Nuwa tribe, changed the prophetic realm to the Nuwa realm, and called Creation World, and used Creation World as the year name.

In the third year of creation, the natural race died in battle.

In order to appease the descendants of the natural race, he gave Jiangshan to his fiefdom and succeeded to the throne to prime minister.

The times change, 70,000 years pass by at a glance, Nuwa has gone through three generations, and the mountains and rivers are still there.

In the 73rd year of Yuande, the natural race was replaced by 1,896 generations of rulers.

"Master Fengjing." Jiangshan Ling Guan Lanxin saluted to the woman in light blue clothes in front of her.

"I'll take a look at the spiritual fruit."

Lan Xin opened the door and said, "Sir, please come in."

Feng Jing walked in, and in front of him was a tree with white skin lying and growing. The emerald tree bears several white fruits, and the fruit emits a slight white light. In the middle of the tree is a water mirror surrounded by the trunk. In front of the water mirror is a fruit larger than other fruits. This fruit has a red light.

"It's been seven months." Feng Jing stared at Guozi with a smile on her face.

"Yes, there is more than a month left, and I will congratulate you on winning a daughter."

Feng Jing raised her hand and cut her left palm, and a large amount of blood flew to the side of the fruit, and was quickly absorbed, and the red light of the fruit became brighter.

"I'll have trouble with Lan Xin these days."

"Sir, are there anything?"

"Yeah." Feng Jing turned around, "After Yuande's death, Nuwa's position was empty. We have been looking for a suitable person to be recognized by the magic circle these days. When I see it, I am also taking a break from my busy schedule."

"Sir, you should also pay attention to your health."

"I know, but I'll leave it to Lanxin when I help Yunnuo with the housework."

"Yin Bai." Lan Xin bowed.

"I'm leaving, beg." Feng Jing disappeared.

Lan Xin stood under the tree and cast a spell to create several clones.

"Protect Jianlan Pavilion."

"Yes." The clone disappeared.

Lan Xin disappeared.

A month later, the fruit turned red all over. Feng Jing stood under the tree and cast a spell to fall the fruit down the tree bit by bit. The fruit broke away from the trunk and turned into a baby girl. Feng Jing flew to the baby girl and caught the baby girl. Lan Xin immediately handed over the warm satin, and Feng Jing held the child in his arms.

"Children, it's quite heavy."

"Adults are full of spiritual power, so naturally the reincarnated spirit is also healthy."

Feng Jing wrapped the child in warm satin. After coaxing the crying child for a few times, the child stopped crying and smiled at Feng Jing.

Lan Xin looked at it, "The child is very spiritual. The adults smile at her, and she smiles at her."

Feng Jing grabbed her little hand and gently stroked it. "So cute, when will Chengqi and others come back?"

"I have notified that the adults will arrive soon." Lan Xin looked at Feng Jing standing still, "Sir, Jianlan has a strong wind, and the child is still young, afraid of being affected by the wind and cold."

Feng Jing came back to her senses and her eyes left the child, "I forgot it all."

Lan Xin chuckled, "Sir, I'm so happy."

Feng Jing disappeared and returned to his Tingfeng Pavilion. The others also came back soon and ran to Tingfeng Pavilion to see the children.

"This child is smiling so beautifully." Yun Nuo teased the child in the cradle with a rattle. "I think he will be a beauty when he grows up, just like Yin Mu."

"Put me again." The man in blue clothes next to him knocked Yun Nuo on his head.

"Jinhuai, look at your father bullied me again." Yun Nuo complained to the six-year-old doll.

Jinhuai returned a polite smile.

Chengqi stood beside Feng Jing. "Have the child named him?"

Feng Jing held the baby's little hand and said, "Call Lin."

"Yes! Feng Lin, blessings are perfect and gratitude is infinite."

Cheng Qi nodded.

"I hope she can protect the people she cherishes and live her life safely."

"I made a golden collar and brought it to our little Fenglin." Li You led Li Yue to bring it to Fenglin.

Yuwei squatted down and said to the six-year-old Yushan, "Yushan, do you know that you want to protect your sister forever?"

Yushan nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, let the child have some rest, let's take it away."

Everyone left.

Feng Lin blinked his eyes, and his sleepiness gradually rose and fell asleep. Feng Jing sat next to him and covered Feng Lin with a quilt. Looking at Feng Lin's sleeping face, this was her child. The moonlight shone, and the shadows of one big and one small were stretched out.

Six years have passed, and Feng Lin became a cute and well-behaved girl. Although Feng Jing often takes time to take care of her, the Nuwa tribe is constantly summoning her. She can only put Feng Lin next to Yuwei to take care of her.

"Aunt Yu, where is Sister Yu?" Feng Lin looked up at the tall Yuwei.

Yuwei put down the pen in his hand and picked up Feng Lin, "Sister is practicing." He took out another copy and opened it, "Does Feng Lin know these words?"

"know."

“Can you write?”

"meeting."

Yu Wei brought a pen. "Can you copy the words circled on it on this notebook?"

"Um."

"Then..." Yuwei put Feng Lin on the chair. "Write it."

Feng Lin picked up the pen and started writing with strokes.

"The little calligraphy in the hairpin is indeed quiet with the wind." Yu Wei looked at it for a while, "I'll go find Sister Yu, you'll stay here."

"good."

Yu Wei walked out of Yaoyue Pavilion and came to a waterfall. He waved his hand. The waterfall was cut open and a cave appeared. Yu Wei flew in, and lighted the lamp inside. Yu Wei walked inside. The air became colder and colder. When he was a little deeper, he saw ice. Yu Wei stopped for a while and walked forward a few steps. The surroundings were surrounded by ice. Several huge icicles were hanging in the air. On a huge ice bed, Yu Shan sat on the bed and was meditating. Yu Shan felt that someone was coming, so he collected his spiritual energy. "Mother."

"how's it going?"

"Have broken through the first level of the upper immortal."

Yu Wei's eyes turned into a sharp color. "It has only been more than a few years since we reached the top immortal level."

"My daughter is stupid."

Yu Wei shook her head, "Forget it, put on your clothes."

"Yes." Yushan stood up and picked up the outer robe next to her.

"Yushan, you have to be Yinbai. As a natural race, there are many difficulties. Only by becoming stronger can you protect yourself, otherwise you will have to die."

"Daughter Yinbai." Yu Shan put on her outer robe.

"Feng Lin is here today. You can accompany her these days. If it is convenient, take her to practice together. Don't bring her here in the ice room."

"Yinbai."

"Let's go."

Return to the main pavilion. Feng Lin jumped out of the chair.

"Sister Yu." Feng Lin hugged the tall Yushan.

Yuwei walked to the desk and said, "Is it finished?"

"Um."

Yu Wei picked up the memorial, reached out and picked up a seal and pressed it down, closing the memorial. "Yushan, I want to go to the temple, you will accompany Feng Lin."

"yes."

Yuwei disappeared.

"You can find some books and posts to practice calligraphy." Yushan carried Feng Lin onto a chair.

"Yes." Feng Lin picked up the table and picked up a copybook and wrote it.

Yushan walked to the chair next to her and sat down. She picked up a book and read it.

After a few hours, Feng Lin put his pen down, his eyes were confused, and he blinked. He stretched and changed several positions. In the end, he lost to sleep and fell asleep on the table.

Yushan looked up and saw Feng Lin asleep. She walked to Feng Lin's side, gently placed Feng Lin's head in his arms, put one hand under Feng Lin's knees, and hugged Feng Lin with force. The twelve-year-old Yushan leaned against five feet tall and hugged Feng Lin, like a mother holding a child. She walked to the cabinet and placed it on the bed, took off Feng Lin's shoes and coat, and covered her with a quilt.

Feng Lin had an ink mark on his face. Yu Shan reached out to wipe it gently. Seeing that it could not be wiped off, he took a wet wipe and wiped it little by little. Feng Lin stripped the quilt and murmured: "Hot..."

Yushan put down the wet wipes, turned into a square fan, and slowly fanned Feng Lin. Feng Lin's face showed a comfortable expression and slept deeper. After slapping for half an hour, Yushan was also a little sleepy.
To be continued...